Titanium
Baby, you got plenty of time
And you don't need a curfew
Burn a cigarette to light up half your face
Funny to be there and then
Till the hour of the rooster
Watching time go by
And shivering in the cold
Tell me, what is luck?
A hit'n'run underneath the stars?
Nice thing collecting sins
Like memories and fingerprints
Stranded in the paddock zone
Deliberately crashing
Like a racing car
That's going much too fast
Watch me as I turn you on
Biting the titanium
Hungry for dessert
But I guess it's time to go
Tell me, what is luck?
A hit'n'run underneath the stars?
Nice thing collecting sins
Like memories and fingerprints
Baby, you got plenty of time
And you don't need a curfew
Burn a cigarette to light up half your face
Watch me as I turn you on
Biting the titanium
Hungry for dessert
But I guess it's time to go
Tell me, what is luck?
A hit'n'run underneath the stars?
Nice thing collecting sins
Like memories and fingerprints
Writer/s: Stone
